Direction Dreamer

Chapter Eleven

After a week of being “home” with mum and the my sisters, I’ve never missed HOME so much. I felt out of place here, I thought of what I could do to kill time. School was just beginning but I hadn’t applied to any colleges or anything. I’d always had exceptional grades, but even so I knew getting into a college wouldn’t be an issue. I phoned Louis who phoned Simon who phoned my school of choice, Juilliard in New York City, New York. I wanted to major in drama. I’d always loved acting, and it was something to do to get my mind off of Harry. My flight was immediate and soon enough, I was back in the States, the farthest I’d been from the love of my life since I’d met him. He was always good about talking to me every single day, we called, e-mailed, texted, until one day in the fall, he stopped responding. It broke my heart, shattered it. I assumed he’d found another girl, but I never took off my ring. It was a piece of him, a piece of us. All of my classmates at school couldn’t believe that I was so involved in the lives of a famous band, and always wanted to know everything about them. They assumed that I was engaged to Harry, and the tabloids had a field day with that. They followed me around for months before finally giving up, realizing I wasn’t about to do interviews. The leaves changed colors and winter was upon us. I didn’t fly home for Thanksgiving, but spent it in the shared apartment with my roommate, Jailyne. She was sweet and all, but such a gossip and she could be pretty aggravating. We ended up eating a turkey dinner that we made together, and despite my hopes for a call from Haz, he never called. Not once. I called home to mum who told me that I should have flown home, but seeing Louis would have upset me. I just wanted my Harry. December first arrived, and I remembered the boys’ tour, and that they’d be here in just two days. That spelled out one thing for me: seeing Harry. I had to get into the concert at Madison Square Garden. I just had to.

I was standing outside of the concert where thousands or millions of screaming fans were chanting “One Direction!” and singing the lyrics that I’d heard the boys’ sing live a trillion times back home. I came overdressed, wearing a short blue taffeta dress with black heels and a gorgeous necklace that I had bought back when Danielle and I had gone shopping what seemed like forever ago. My hair cascaded down my back in soft curls, and my make-up was medium. My roommate had done a good job on me, I looked pretty good. Standing there puzzled, some fans had noticed me and began screaming. “IT’S HARRY’S GIRLFRIEND! THAT GIRL IS DATING HARRY! SHE KNOWS ONE DIRECTION!” they were all screaming. I walked up to the line asking where scalpers where, I needed a front row ticket fast! I’d never get to Harry otherwise. Fan girls were screaming, “WE NEED A FRONT ROW TICKET OVER HERE FOR HARRY’S GIRLFRIEND!” and somewhere in the crowd a group of girls screamed over to me. I ran over to them, and explained the situation. The girls, thinking it ever-so-romantic, begged the one girl’s father to give up his ticket to me. He didn’t object, they were hounding him. I hugged the group and was given cutting privileges. Even so, thousands of screaming fans were already piled in, and walking around was difficult. I shoved through crowds of fan girls and aggravated parents trying to get up front, getting stopped by everybody for a picture and a billion questions. Once the concert finally began, girls piled in and I was jumbled in with them. I was on Floor A, Row four. Not too shabby! I walked into the arena and everything about it was kind of like magic, if you believed in that sort of thing. I grew up wishing I was Hermione from Harry Potter, so naturally I did. I made my way to my seat, and when the boys came out, the crowd went absolutely wild. My boyfriend was wearing a black blazer with a T-shirt and black pants. He looked gorgeous, as always. As they started singing “What Makes You Beautiful” I tried getting their attention, but after many failed attempts, ended up shoving through the crowds. The second song played, “One Thing” and I ran up to the front of the stage, the boys were dancing around but I screamed “HAZZA!” at the top of my lungs, and he looked directly at me, singing and dancing around still, but pointing to the staircase on the side of the stage. I ran over, and was almost stopped by a security guard. I ran up the stairs, greeted by Harry who kept singing, but pulled me into his arms anyways. Louis had noticed, but kept singing despite it. I was having high hopes that all was forgiven. Harry twirled me around on stage, singing to me and the crowds went wild. All of the boys stood still and sang around me, and the fans were screaming like crazy. Was this really what it was like? I loved the entire feel of it. At the end of the song, Harry grabbed my hand and sang the last part of the song to me “But I need that one thing, and you’ve got that one thing” and threw the microphone, pulling me into his arms and kissing me with everything he had, right there at Madison Square Garden. He announced me to everybody, and kissed me again and again. They continued with the songs, and called fans on stage, and eventually… hours later… the concert was over. Harry picked me up off of the side of the stage bride-style and carried me to his dressing room, sitting me right in his lap. “Where have you been baby? I tried calling a million times, I tried e-mailing, and your mum wouldn’t tell me where you were. I was so worried.” he said, burying his face into my hair and snuggling me. “Hold on, I never got any calls Haz, what are you talking about?” I asked, probably sounding more accusing than I meant. “I called you everyday, all day Mik, is there something wrong with your phone?” he asked, his eyes worried and looking like he hadn’t rested in days. “Not unless it was tampered with but Haz, I don’t even care I missed you so much!” I said, kissing his cheek a billion times. All of the boys walked in, my hands in Harry’s, sitting in his lap. Louis wasn’t sending me away this time. I wasn’t losing Harry again. No chance. “Hi Mik” Louis said, knowing very well that I wasn’t going to respond. Niall, Liam and Zayn all came over giving me hugs, but I pushed Lou aside when he attempted. I was still really angry with him, and brother or not, I was a woman who could hold a grudge for a very, very long time. What he did wasn’t okay, I wouldn’t separate Eleanor and him. Everybody asked me how I’d been doing, and I told them. I was studying at Juilliard, doing really well and loving it. But I’d much rather be with them. Eventually they all left, and it was just my boyfriend and I. He grabbed his phone and took off with me, I wanted to show him New York City, I wanted to show him my apartment. “Do you have a concert tomorrow?” I asked. “No, it’s just you and me baby!” he said. I held his hand, leading him through the city, up 6 blocks to my apartment. I led him up the stairs, but he picked me up instead, carrying me all the way to the eighth floor, dropping me at my door. I opened it up to discover Jailyne not in, and pulled Harry in. I showed him everything around, and he took it all in. I felt like I was rambling, but I was trying to make up for lost time. He didn’t seem to mind. I had a soft, cushy bed that he pushed me into gently, falling on top of me, unzipping my dress. Caught up in the moment, I unzipped his pants while he pulled off his blazer and T-shirt in and effortless manner. He didn’t get very far once Jailyne walked in, screaming in a fan girl kind of way. I shouldn’t have been surprised, after all, there WAS  a famous musician practically nude in her apartment. “HARRY STYLES!” she screamed. I zippered my dress back up and we picked ourselves up so he could introduce himself properly. “So you’re the roommate?” he said. “Yes… OhMyGod… you’re Harry Styles!” she squealed. “Really, wouldn’t have guessed it!” he smiled, giving her a light hug to calm her before grasping my hand. “Did I interrupt you two? I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, looking guilty. No Jai, you just interrupted my first intimate moment with my boyfriend in three months, no biggie. That was what I wanted to say, but rather, it went more like this: “No worries Jai, we’re going to head out for the night…”I trailed off. Harry got dressed and I grabbed a tote bag to go.